Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wall To Wall, artist - LawsDate of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wall To Wall |
| And uh, when I’m in the grips of it, |
| I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain |
| Either physically or emotionally, |
| Do you understand what I’m talking about? |
| Have you, have you ever felt like that? |
| When you just, when you just… |
| You couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either |
| Aye man, I appreciate the love you know but y’all need to back up man |
| Yo, I don’t want them to shut us down, you know? |
| Y’all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam |
| Oh that’s how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last |
| I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know |
| You got problems, see me at my show |
| Good luck getting through the front door |
| 'Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe 'em |
| About to bring it back home, back home, back home |
| My stomach rumbling but I been fed already |
| I’m seeing 2010 but my vision 20−20 |
| And people question am I’m spitting or not |
| Nothing to lose, I don’t gotta prove diddly squat |
| This is for Biggie and Pac, one LJ baby |
| Thinking I’m high grade, fuck you, pay me |
| And now I’m passive, don’t wanna be cursing |
| But you made up man, don’t wanna be person |
| Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons |
| We riding to the death, we gonna need hearses |
| Top spot, got my eye on that, I got the first on deck like the try-on track |
| 'Cause I bomb so atomic, I’m putting my fam on |
| Till the whole room spinning, I’m gonna vomit |
| Motion sickness, too many moves made, get off my Kool-Aid player, I rock |
| I ain’t trying to do the humpty dance |
| I’m a rock star, give me drunkee fans |
| And you ask why I rock out and shout shit |
| Too much power, not enough outlets |
| Me and Mace King go back like Forrest and Bubba |
| Though we ain’t brothers, got it? What he say? Man I’m on it |
| Kane got a blade like clock work orange |
| Forget about these mixtapes from these two faces |
| They don’t drop jewels, they drop money and Jew cases |
| Come on son, who’s time are you wasting? |
| Taking the cash just to have a huge bracelet, you don’t move me one Iota |
| You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda |
| You bumping to a dime or you die just to know her? |
| But she’s a fan, she’s dying to come over little soldier |